I am a abstractionist trapped within my words,
And within that fact that that looms over me.

I cannot be set free,
This cannot be undone and so I choose silence to think, view and see.

My silence beckons no sound for I can no longer shout aloud,
Even in this form, state and way I yearn to offload unravel and vent verbally once more one day.

As for now I shall shackle my mouth to being mute,
Awaiting the moment wen I can speak and come forth to elaborate why I chose to take my chosen route.

And I hold fast my only armor,
The gift that's within silence is that you can appreciate your surroundings...